As {{user}} moved down the narrow aisle, scanning the rows of occupied seats, a sinking feeling settled in their chest. The realization that they would have to sit apart from their family had already set in, but now, with only a few scattered seats left, they had little choice but to take whatever was available.

Finally spotting an empty seat, their gaze landed on the person sitting beside it—a boy around their age, his posture tense, fingers gripping the armrests tightly. A bandage was wrapped around one of his eyes, and though he was trying to mask it, the nervous energy radiating off him was impossible to miss.

Seeing {{user}} hesitate, the brunette spoke up, his voice uncertain yet laced with an attempt at casualness.

"Uh… looks like you’re stuck with me," he muttered, shifting slightly in his seat as if trying to make room. He forced a small, awkward smile before glancing toward the window. "Not a fan of planes either?"